An untitled story I came up with for my dear, strange friend.

Mostly based on Mikey, and his becoming delusional and depressed after Alicia leaves. I'm not really going to go into detail, I'm not to good at this, and I doubt anybody will read this exept said friend. Plus, I just needed somewhere to post this...

Here we go!
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"Are you sure this is the house?" I asked my mom, who obviously had no idea where she was going. 
"Well, this is the address Frank gave me!" She waved a piece of paper in the air. Frank was mom's boyfriend. I've seen him a couple of times before, and I guess he's nice. I looked up from my worn converse on the floorboards and looked around at the houses. To my right, were normal, sort-of dirty houses. Their lawns were unkempt, and the cars parked in their one-car driveways weren't so pretty either. I look to my left; and see the same thing.  It was New Jersey, what do you expect? Well, most of it's okay; not ghetto or anything...  But people automatically think about spray-tanned idiots with fake nails and blow outs, yelling something about sausages when they think about New Jersey. Honestly, it's not that bad. TV gives it a terrible name.

"Ah Ha!" my mother exclaimed, yanking me out of my thought process. The directionally-challenged woman sitting seguinte to me grinned triumphantly, almost colliding with a thin, black haired man inhaling a cigarette, as she pulled in the driveway. 
"Shit!" I heard the man exclaim, laughing puffs of smoke. My mom grinned along with him as he scuttled along the edge of the Toyota. 
"Hey Claire!" he laughed, "First time here and your already trying to kill 
Me? Frank won't be happy..." he joked. 
"Shush Gerard. He knows I'm a terrible driver, besides, where is he?" She questioned. I shut the car door behind me and walked up behind her, studying the man in front of me. Gerard took another long drag, and his hazel eyes flickered over to me. 
"You must be Alicia!" he said loudly. "Shit!-" his smile faltered as he looked around. My mom frowned. 
"Mikey knows she Isn't coming back, right?" she said dropping her voice. 
"Yeah," Gerard began, focusing his gaze back towards us. "Its still a touchy subject..." he flicked the Marbolo between his fingers, quietly stepping on it as he beckoned us to the grey house we were standing in front of. We followed, me behind my mother, and Gerard opened a door, politely holding it for us. He then went straight down to the basement, where I suppose everyone is. As we advanced down the steps, the sound of violão, guitarra Hero grew louder and louder. He opened one last door, and we saw three men and a girl all playing the video-game, laughing and enjoying themselves. I bit back a smile as I saw an auburn colored mound of hair being swung about to the beat of the music. My mother went over to hug Frank from behind, encouraging mais laughter. Gerard saw me standing there, and pointed to each of the occupants of the basement.
"Hey Ban!" he called. The girl looked up from her comic book, and walked over. A broad smile appeared across her pale lips as she hugged me, quickly bouncing back. 
"Hi, I'm Bandit, Gerard's daughter!" she told me, hugging her far-to-young father with both arms. 
"Yes, and what a strange child you are..." he chuckled, hugging her back. She emitted another girly laugh, and bounced back to her corner, becoming immersed in her comic book once again. 
"That's Ray, the one with the afro." Gerard pointed at the tall man with the highest score, still head-banging. We both snorted as he pointed towards a coal-colored beanie that was only half visible behind the couch. "That's my brother, Michael." he announced.
"Yeah, Gee?" he said, looking over his shoulder. 
"No, I didn't call you. But come here anyway, there's someone I want you to meet!" Gerard looked at me, who was smiling rather nervously. 
"It's okay!" he whispered; seeing my distress. I guess he got that I was still a bit shocked por his daughters' personal-space-violation. Michael strode over to us, managing to bump into a mesa, tabela on the way. 
"There's a mesa, tabela there, Grace." Afro-Man sniggered. 
"Very funny, Douche pickle!" The skinny man replied, stopping in front of Gerard, still quietly laughing. 
"Yes?" He said. It was at this time I realized how much he and the dark haired man beside me looked alike. Michael's hair was obviously straightened, and golden brown wisps were peaking out from under his beanie. He also had black glasses, which obviously weren't that useful; seeing as he just technically kneed a small nightstand in the ass. I glanced at the two men conversing, and saw they both had the same hazel-brown eyes. A small smile played across his lips, and it was then, did I realize that they were talking about me. The whole time I was admiring Michael, I hadn't heard a word they said. 
"Don't you play in the band?" Gerard repeated. 
"Oh- Uh, yeah. But I kinda got cocked out after hitting the kid behind me with a drumstick..." I trailed off, listening to the laughs of the men beside me. 
"Sounds a little like you, Eh Moikoi?" Gerard smirked and cocked an eyebrow. Mikey waved off the comment and outstretched his hand. 
"Your Claire's daughter, aren't you?" he asked, nodding towards the sofá where she was sitting with Frank, whispering God-Knows-What into his ear, making him blush. 
Gerard gave me a look, but I proceeded to answer his question. I grabbed his hand and shook it.
"Alicia" I said, meeting Mikey's gaze. His smile stayed on his face, but he stiffened and his eyes reflected hurt. 
He hugged me, his arms wrapping around my back. I took this as a nice gesture, shrugging it off and looking up at Gerard. His eyes met mine, and I saw what looked like panic. His mouth opened with confusion when his brother patted my hair. 
"Such a pretty name, Alicia..." Mikey  cooed he pat my hair once more, and squeezed gently before letting go. He looked at his brother, a tear glistening down his cheek, and murmured  a quick apology before leaving the room. I had no idea what was going on, but apparently Gerard did, and wasn't pleased. His eyes showed mixture of pity, worry, and disgust as he went to catch up with his brother. I was left in the basement with a shocked expression. Now I was left with four oblivious people, going on with their lives as if nothing just happened.